Remembering...

Not a poppy, but one of the last pelargonium flowers left in the garden...

Remembrance Sunday is always a moving day for so many, it always brings my Grandfather to my mind. He was one of the many who fought in WW1 and was wounded at Gallipoli. Having recovered, he then went on to take part in the Batttle of the Somme where he was shot a second time. But he was one of the lucky ones, he came home.